I had a crappy day, really... I'm still sick. At least I'm not as sick as French Class Girl. I would definitely rather be having nose issues than throat issues! Sure does suck to be her! (Well, doesn't it always? Poor French Class Girl. She's so... well... French Class Girl.) Damn, everyone on facebook is complaining about how sick they are...
I had to go to town this afternoon with my brat sister, my dad, and his girlfriend. My mom was in an uber-bitchy mood today and ended up telling my dad that I don't like his girlfriend. Of course, I lied to him and said she made that up. And all three of them--the brat sister, the dad, and the dad's girlfriend--just walked through the door. I just want to be left alone...
I feel kind of bad about not liking my dad's girlfriend, but there's just something about her that bugs me. I don't even know what it is. It's probably something dumb and petty, but it's there. She's not mean or anything, she's just... I don't know.
There's a geometry test next week, and I don't understand shit. Lovely. I already have a 77, you know. A 77/C. That's BULLSHIT. For a Super Duck, making anything below an 88 is bullshit! I really wish I had a more eloquent teacher, a math-oriented brain, or a better geometry book. Better yet, I wish I had all of the above.
Now my mom is here too. I just want them all to leave... Actually, I think my dad and his girlfriend just did, but they didn't take the brat with them. I hate living with family. They're all such an emotional drain.
I woke up all sad today... I had this dream about how things used to be, back when I didn't go to a French class full of insane people, I thought my family situation was actually going to get better, and I still got to see my friend every day. I miss those days. In my dream it was like nothing had ever changed. I was happy Super Duck. My friend was there too, in the dream. We were talking about something, but I don't remember what. All I remember was grabbing her and hugging her and it feeling real.
Not all of today was bad, though. Apparently I do not, in fact, live in a shithole devoid of any instrument stores. I just live in a regular shithole. There was a small, junky instrument store at which I was able to buy my stuff. Yaaay!